But she had never dreamed that there would actually come a day when he said he would sit beside her and accompany her to sleep.
Finished, she actually couldn't bring herself to refuse, didn't want to refuse, and even wanted to grab his hand that was stroking her face and hold it as she fell asleep.
Ji Anning realized that her heart had been conquered, had sunk, and was beyond control.
She knew that she couldn't take that step, for if she did, there would be no turning back.
…
She slept particularly well and deeply, feeling a satisfaction she hadn't had in a long time. When she opened her eyes, she felt revitalized, and the window was covered with a sheer curtain that swayed gently in the breeze.
The handsome man sitting on the lounge chair, holding a laptop, tapped quietly on the keyboard, which had a cover on it making it silent. He wore a white T-shirt and black sports pants. The sunlight coming through the gap in the curtain bathed him, softening everything around him.